— glance · viii

20:36 · a small restaurant on a corner

eating slowly

he is eating something he has eaten before. between mouthfuls he puts the fork down completely. the table has been set for two — not in the way that grieves, but in the way the room is configured. he is using both placemats: book on one, plate on the other.

the waiter passes twice without interrupting. the book has been read at this stage of the meal before.

field-note from the street the window glass made the inside look further away than it was. when he looked up at one point i thought he was looking at me; he was reading the menu printed on the back of the window.

solitude patience bench kitchen window

atlas · return